poetry
we still cruise
dark skin, brown eyes, bald crowns
invitations all around
from every district quadrant
dark skin, brown eyes, bald crowns
raw skin, risk aware and a(vers)e
spring and summer’s greenery
we meet in park shadows
during the light of day when
spring and summer’s greenery
shield an unwelcome gaze
when the coin permits, a hotel
in every season, invitees flock
congregating in the depths of night
when the coin permits, a hotel
or the lobby restroom will do
blood, sweat and semen from the floors
but the bravest brave the 2120
where the corridors reek of bleach to rid
blood, sweat and semen from the floors
where the doors - no, the portals - do not lock
swells with an unspoken hunger, one
where the shadows are aplenty
where the piercing gaze of another
swells with an unspoken hunger, one
that longs to salve our ailing lonely
coitus til content, until grocery isle
here, our flesh remembers - savors
every second of our 8 hour limit
coitus til content, until grocery isle
reunions tend to force us to forget
repression stocks the grocery isle full but
it’s a perilous dance, you see-
this native push and pull on our flesh
repression stocks the grocery isle full but
between these walls we can transgress
a short and long term harvest
at the 2120, a mutual nod is your
ticket to where the sweat equity yields
a short and long term harvest
from the seed we so freely spill
never mind AMC, we, the children of
blessed be, those who brave the
journey to labor in heavy breathing
never mind AMC, we, the children of
the night.. come to this place for magic!
(© 2024 - 2026, iman dupree)
cowboy carter
my blood orange eyes
that leather cowboy hat
the shade that shielded
my blood orange eyes
from fluorescent flares
in a pseudo, sunny sky
serving as her saddle
in this weightless rhythm
our skin’s hue is one
serving as her saddle
pinioning those thighs
cocked, like mama’s gun
sweat running off my chest
nipples praising an orange moon
her smile cutting her silhouette
sweat running off my chest
edging at the cliffs, her hands
lassoing me, without regret
that leather cowboy hat
such a valiant steed I am
when i nod, she swings - tipping
that leather cowboy hat
smiling brighter and brighter - bucking
til the sun, began to set
parasocial media
like mama’s mama had
i always wanted a big house
with a long porch
like mama’s mama had
their porch? the backyard!
not daddy’s big mama tho
nor my mama’s daddy
their porch? the backyard!
to drink beer and sweat
where errrbody gathered
to break bread and crabs legs
to drink beer and sweat
big mama passed too
like tyson on the TV set
mama’s daddy passed tho
big mama passed too
when the greats went
mama’s mama passed
sooner than big mama
when the greats went
couldn’t try no mo
so did the gatherings
mama tried tho eye
couldn’t try no mo
backyard fellowship for
try as she might eye
swapped wheat for wen
backyard fellowship for
up went the parasocials
bathhouse bust downs
down came the polariods
up went the parasocials
summ'n died in me
you might say issa crying
shame that errbody dead
summ'n died in me
“definitions are for the definers
too eye know all their
teachings: “lie to me, smile"
“definitions are for the definers
pay it no mind” and
not for the defined”
“the p. stands for
pay it no mind” and
don't remember what
eye sure as hell
paid it no mind eye
don't remember what
big mama used to say
big mama used to say
eye don’t remember what
big mama used to say
(© 2024 - 2026, iman dupree)